Yet another short chapter! Who hoo! R&R please!
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Poker bust open the door to the LH in Harlem. Forgetting they had a flimsy, replaced door from the last one she carelessly destroyed. It hit the wall, wincing she grinned back at Zip. "Brother, oh brother...be careful what you wish for..." The old line, since she was eight, and a half exactly. She didn't really know what it meant or where it came from, but she still said it.
Cut O'Shea came dashing down the stairs, lanky stride and all. "What're you three doin' here...?" Cocking an eyebrow at Tag he grinned.
Zippy stepped in front of Poker, "anythin' interesting goin' on tonight? Perhaps... a poker game, or two?"
Still looking at Tag, Cut nodded, "of course... hey now, don't come here thinkin' of causin' trouble er nothin'!"
Poker's jaw dropped, with an innocent head tilt, she stuck out her bottom lip. "Trouble, me? Why brother, I would have thought you'd think better than that of a sweet, innocent, beautiful little sister!"
Onyx rounded the corner of the stairs, listening. Flare behind her playing with some kind of fire device, God knows. "No, you're not trouble... you just bring trouble everywhere you go." Grinning, she twirled around, Flare still oogling at the orange, red, and black smoke combined.
Zip bit her tongue, mumbling something under her breath.
Onyx shook her head in dismay, "Zippy, oh blabber of the blabber mouths, I thought I told you not to talk to me? Much less talk back to me, Poker needs no defense."
Tag rolled her eyes, in the process of keeping Zip from pouncing on Onyx any moment.
Zippy scowled, "you dumb bitch!" Lunging forward, she continued to name, words some people had never even thought of thinking.
Grinning, Onyx spit in their direction.
Poker shook her head; "We'll see you later, Onyx... to beat you at poker not with fists... this time."
Cut shooed them out, and began back in before turning around to face them. "Why do you even come, Poker? To cause me trouble, stress? You're such a... why don't you just find a guy to court you or something to get you the hell out of here, of my life."
Poker bit her lip, "yeah yeah, tell me one more time. I hate you too, Cut don't worry. But remember, you're my brother." With that she turned, "lets just go find something to keep us occupied for the time being... at least."
Zippy began her speech on Skittery, and how they were in love, true love... soul mates. Only to have Tag join in about her fling, or love, as she would say with Specs.
Poker tuned them out, only to return minutes later. "You know, guys are so useless, stupid, and to think people say you can always trust family. God, he treats me like one of his girlfriends. I'll never trust one, they're all the same."
Zippy shook her head, "you just don't know what its like to actually feel something for a guy. You shut out the world, and most people in it."
It was these conversations that chased Poker away from people, not failing this time. She turned around and walked away, only to sprint when she turned the corner. Smacking into someone just about her height. Although it was probably just a younger kid. To her surprise, it was SnipeShooter. The gutter occupying, thief of a teen, cheater, and everything else in relation to a bad fourteen year old kid. His brown eyes studied her green circles, or perhaps the blue ones... under her eyes. "Here to cheat some kids out of their money tonight?"
Poker snapped out of her gaze, "such words coming from someone like you, Sniper." She'd never noticed, but he was kind of adorable... no, shake that from your head, she thought. He's like, your best friend!
He laughed, "oh, you're something." He tickled her side, and began to run in the other direction.
"Coward!" She screamed, shrugging not bothering to chase him. She wondered what feeling for someone was like... and maybe if it was suppose to be the feeling she had, in the pit of her stomach. She'd have to ask Raven or Sage, they were after all, in love for sure.
Poker bust open the door to the LH in Harlem. Forgetting they had a flimsy, replaced door from the last one she carelessly destroyed. It hit the wall, wincing she grinned back at Zip. "Brother, oh brother...be careful what you wish for..." The old line, since she was eight, and a half exactly. She didn't really know what it meant or where it came from, but she still said it.
Cut O'Shea came dashing down the stairs, lanky stride and all. "What're you three doin' here...?" Cocking an eyebrow at Tag he grinned.
Zippy stepped in front of Poker, "anythin' interesting goin' on tonight? Perhaps... a poker game, or two?"
Still looking at Tag, Cut nodded, "of course... hey now, don't come here thinkin' of causin' trouble er nothin'!"
Poker's jaw dropped, with an innocent head tilt, she stuck out her bottom lip. "Trouble, me? Why brother, I would have thought you'd think better than that of a sweet, innocent, beautiful little sister!"
Onyx rounded the corner of the stairs, listening. Flare behind her playing with some kind of fire device, God knows. "No, you're not trouble... you just bring trouble everywhere you go." Grinning, she twirled around, Flare still oogling at the orange, red, and black smoke combined.
Zip bit her tongue, mumbling something under her breath.
Onyx shook her head in dismay, "Zippy, oh blabber of the blabber mouths, I thought I told you not to talk to me? Much less talk back to me, Poker needs no defense."
Tag rolled her eyes, in the process of keeping Zip from pouncing on Onyx any moment.
Zippy scowled, "you dumb bitch!" Lunging forward, she continued to name, words some people had never even thought of thinking.
Grinning, Onyx spit in their direction.
Poker shook her head; "We'll see you later, Onyx... to beat you at poker not with fists... this time."
Cut shooed them out, and began back in before turning around to face them. "Why do you even come, Poker? To cause me trouble, stress? You're such a... why don't you just find a guy to court you or something to get you the hell out of here, of my life."
Poker bit her lip, "yeah yeah, tell me one more time. I hate you too, Cut don't worry. But remember, you're my brother." With that she turned, "lets just go find something to keep us occupied for the time being... at least."
Zippy began her speech on Skittery, and how they were in love, true love... soul mates. Only to have Tag join in about her fling, or love, as she would say with Specs.
Poker tuned them out, only to return minutes later. "You know, guys are so useless, stupid, and to think people say you can always trust family. God, he treats me like one of his girlfriends. I'll never trust one, they're all the same."
Zippy shook her head, "you just don't know what its like to actually feel something for a guy. You shut out the world, and most people in it."
It was these conversations that chased Poker away from people, not failing this time. She turned around and walked away, only to sprint when she turned the corner. Smacking into someone just about her height. Although it was probably just a younger kid. To her surprise, it was SnipeShooter. The gutter occupying, thief of a teen, cheater, and everything else in relation to a bad fourteen year old kid. His brown eyes studied her green circles, or perhaps the blue ones... under her eyes. "Here to cheat some kids out of their money tonight?"
Poker snapped out of her gaze, "such words coming from someone like you, Sniper." She'd never noticed, but he was kind of adorable... no, shake that from your head, she thought. He's like, your best friend!
He laughed, "oh, you're something." He tickled her side, and began to run in the other direction.
"Coward!" She screamed, shrugging not bothering to chase him. She wondered what feeling for someone was like... and maybe if it was suppose to be the feeling she had, in the pit of her stomach. She'd have to ask Raven or Sage, they were after all, in love for sure.